Jaclyn Lilac Grace

Appearance

Jaclyn stands at exactly 6'1" weighing 165 pounds. She has a long and thick tail, broad shoulders and decently sized chest. She has long hair that reaches just below her butt. Her hair is black with dyed pink mixed into it. She has amber eyes and muscles going across her entire body. She almost always wears revealing clothing, and something in her hair. (Like headsets, earbuds) She has high cheek bones and a quirky smile. She has a curvy body, like an hourglass. She has a scar going directly across her face, from a fight she got into when she was younger.

Personality

Jaclyn has always been the 'bad girl' with such naive looks and a name that proves her 'innocence'. She's a natural born leader and trouble-maker, often butting heads with anyone who dares to defy her. She's stubborn and loves to mock others. She's sarcastic and finds it easy to make a fool out of anybody she meets. She enjoys pain, and watching others panic and suffer. She's sadistic, and can easily plot a good murder or two in her mind. She's young, and she uses that to her ability. She's very manipulative and most often can be found telling a lie rather then the truth. She's the one to watch others who succeed and trip them up. She's a natural at stealing, whether it be an item or someone's 'heart'.

History

"Jaclyn Lilac Grace, my precious baby girl." Her mother would coo as she held her first born child for the first time. Her proud and rich father stood beside, a smile across his face. They didn't know that she would never be exactly how they pictured. She was raised to be a 'lady', but she always found it more fun to do the opposite of what they wanted from her. By the age of 10 years, she had already picked up on being able to steal. First it started with taking small things out of her mother's purse, and then she went into taking larger items, like her fathers wallet. Credit cards. She was proud of herself even though when her parents found out, she was in big trouble.

Her teenage years were the best for her, at the age of 13, she discovered what drugs and drinking really meant. She didn't care for the things other girls her age did, good grades, love. Pff, it was all pathetic to her. She enjoyed sneaking out and hanging with the 'older' group. (She has always looked older then her age). She often found herself dancing with the group, it was a passion she loved. Her parents never knew what she did, but they were slowly catching on when she started complaining about headaches when she woke up. At first, they thought she may need glasses, but when she turned 15, they caught her sneaking home late at night from a party. That specific party was very special to her, and she would never forget a single detail. She had done something, and not shyly. She had been the one to make the advances, she had been the dominant one once they entered the bedroom. She had put some muscles into it all. She was happy, and her parents could never understand why.

Jaclyn had joined a gang by the time she turned 17, she was easily made second in command after proving her worth in the gang. She was the only female and was tougher then all the other members. She got her muscles in-tact by going to the gym, and also fighting with the other members. Their gang wasn't big on vandalizing, or causing too much trouble, they were mainly a group of 'kids' who were lead by an adult and loved to party. They were still the strongest gang in her town, and they were always growing. The first real fight was when her gang and another decided to fight to be top in the area. This meant blood-shed. They were all heavily loaded for the battle, something that not even the police could stop. They took up an entire part of the town, bullets unloading into each others. Jaclyn had found it easy to kill others, in her mind they were the enemy. When the 'battle' was over, police covered the area and Jaclyn ran into the woods.

She escaped. But she left her other gang members behind and for that, they wouldn't let her live. She made it back home, cleaned her wounds and packed her bags. As much as she was trouble, she didn't want it to be the death of her. So she left, making her way with her father's credit cards and money. She found it easy to make her way into a town and mess up their lives before moving on. She wasn't much for staying in place, until her father called her and told her she needed to get through college or he would cut off her money source. She grumbled unhappily... but she would do it, without her father's help. So she applied and made her way into the next city, ready to mess up their world.

Roleplay Sample

From my charrie, Raymond on AGE.

Raymond prowled the world like usual, green hues filled with anger, hate. He was a demon, and he wanted nothing more then to destroy the world. He took his prowling to the Rogue lands, wandering deep into a desert like place, his head went back and forth as he breathed quietly. His head hunkered close to the ground as he thought about what 'Rojo' had said. He wanted a pelt that would bring pride to his love, and so he decided that was what he was going to do that day. But not just any pelt, it had to be soft, and something that showed he was evil but loving. He walked quickly and quietly, following the scent of another wolf that would be his prey. He walked along pleasantly, eyes roving the lands as he held himself with pride. His body swayed as he moved. Finally, he came into view of the other wolf. Collapsed upon the ground, weak and dying. He moved closer until the wolf stood, and turned sharply, snapping at him and speaking words. He recognized the wolf as a loner who had killed for fun in his past. Blind, and startling easy to tricking others, that had been the story passed around. Raymond had only one 'friend' from his past, someone that had been killed by the blind 'rogue'. He didn't snarl, didn't make a sound. He stood there, towering over the weak and dying brute. He stared quietly, his eyes searching the male to make sure they were the same one.

"Pathetic, that's what you've become."

He watched closely, his words leaving his maw with a bitter taste. He stood in silence, waiting for a response, but he couldn't stand there and watch any longer. "Remember me? I remember you. Killer." He spoke in a sing-song voice, words falling out and touching the air that surrounded them. "It's me, Raymond... if you can recall..." He growled now, his eyes narrowing and he let his tail raise over his spine, stance widening as he took in the dominance. He rolled his shoulders and moved his head slightly. He was in a rage, memories flooding back to his mind. He knew the wolf before him was dying, but he was going to torture the brute, make him taste pain before death. He was going to make him suffer for the death of his 'friend'. But he was also going to bring the beautiful pelt to his love, it would do nicely sitting in her den.

"You will make a fine pelt to add to my lovers den."

And then, he smiled.

Out Of Character Information

Your Name/Alias ·Star-manHow Long Have You Been Roleplaying? ·One YearHow did you find us? ·Magic~What's the best way to contact you? ·PM

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